The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS

The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the sand sea.

Beneath the sand sea, a black shadow was swiftly moving, like a fish swimming in the ocean, darting a long distance in an instant.

This person was none other than the escaping Black-clothed Man.

He once again validated the old martial arts principle of the worldly society's disregard for face, using the esteem of Divine Communication Venerable to burrow like a mouse to master the art of survival.

Of course, disregard for face is one thing, but if there were better terrain, the Black-clothed Man wouldn't choose to dig. If there were a small forest, the Black-clothed Man would definitely choose the forest first.

While burrowing beneath the sand, he unknowingly was already thirty miles away from Kartim, estimating that it was far enough to surface.

The yellow sand trembled briefly, followed by a black figure slowly rising, stepping onto the sand surface.

But before he could celebrate his escape, he saw a shadow cast beside his body from behind.

Without hesitation, the Black-clothed Man instantly struck a palm backward, the palm imbued with a breeze and moonlight, an intent of carefree ease in the world.

However, the fact that he got involved in the Western Regions turmoil meant he wasn't living as freely as he wished.

The palm force was swallowed by the ghostly green Demon Energy, reflecting back as a blade light.

Sky Absorption and Sun Erosion.

The wails of the Ghost lingered in the air, while the Heavenly Demon Blade had already pierced into the Black-clothed Man's body, its Blade Energy scattering, slicing innumerable wounds internally.

"Pfft—"

Knife marks appeared all over the Black-clothed Man's body, ghostly green blood splattering as he weakly knelt on the ground.

Already heavily wounded internally and pursued by the auspicious day, this strike from Qing Yu was undoubtedly the final straw for the camel.

"Moon Holding Palm, interesting. The 'Carefree Feather Guest' Zhu Yunshu, known for being laid-back in the worldly society, has also stepped into this muddy water."

The figure in a black cloak approached the Black-clothed Man, the wailing of resentful spirits seemed to follow his steps, marking him as anything but a righteous person.

"Speak, who sent you to the Western Regions?"

This Zhu Yunshu, always living freely, was known as the most unenthusiastic in Divine Communication. If it weren't for someone's instructions, he would probably still be living his carefree life in the mountains and wilderness.

Seeing Zhu Yunshu remain silent, Qing Yu continued, "Zhu Yunshu, I've heard of your name. Fifty years ago, you were merely a family scion, but then your family met with a disaster, leaving only you alive. Afterward, you disappeared.

When you reappeared, you had already reached the strength of the Divine Origin Realm Peak. Then you tracked down the ones responsible for your family's massacre and began your revenge, fighting and fleeing for over twenty years, finally avenging your family. Your mind cleared after this revenge, and you even advanced to Divine Communication."

It's an undoubtedly legendary story. But what intrigues me is that there is another force behind your revenge."

Zhu Yunshu's story is just like a protagonist in a novel, with his family exterminated, leaving only him on a path of revenge.

It was filled with dangers, but every time he narrowly escaped death and his strength improved further. If this was due to fortune, perhaps it was possible. However, according to the Shadow King's data given to Qing Yu, there was a force quietly pushing Zhu Yunshu's rise. Or rather, his legend was crafted with the help of this force.

Otherwise, Zhu Yunshu might have perished without even a grave long ago.

As for why the Shadow King was investigating Zhu Yunshu, it starts with the Nine Heavens. Among the Nine Heavens, besides Jun Heaven and Bian Tian, everyone else wanted to know each other's true identities.

Zhu Yunshu was one of Shadow King's suspects; he could be one of the Nine Heavens or a subordinate to one of them.

From the current state, Zhu Yunshu seemed to be the latter. If the Nine Heavens were captured by Qing Yu so easily, they would not deserve the name.

The mask on his face fell onto the sand as Zhu Yunshu took a few shallow breaths and said with a bitter smile, "It seems I have indeed grown lax, barely in the Western Regions and I'm already in such dire straits."

Zhu Yunshu had been on the battlefield, but these years he lived too comfortably; he might not have let go of his Martial Arts, yet his combat instincts dulled.

He raised his head, trying to see Qing Yu's true appearance, but saw only darkness.

"It seems you're the one he spoke of his accomplice," Zhu Yunshu said bitterly, "Why do you insist on igniting the flames of war? Our lifespan as Divine Communication far surpasses that of ordinary people, yet why are we still not satisfied?"

This was someone pursuing ease, despite having fought for over twenty years; his heart undoubtedly sought an easiness and carefree lifestyle.

Moreover, it seemed he mistook Qing Yu for someone trying to instigate the catastrophe now.

'Does he mistake me, the snitch, for those in league with Jun Heaven?' Qing Yu thought with a wry smile.

Heaven knows, Qing Yu was currently one of the staunch opponents of the calamity. At least until reaching the power of Supreme, Qing Yu had no intention of hastening the catastrophe but instead wanted to delay it as much as possible.

"Give up. Though I, Zhu Yunshu, fear death, I'm not an ingrate nor will I let your plan succeed."

With a sudden surge of Qi Force, Zhu Yunshu finished speaking, burning his essence blood and Primordial Energy, deciding to fight to the death with Qing Yu, but Qing Yu moved faster. Countless Ghosts formed a vortex, trapping Zhu Yunshu inside as the Qi Force whirlpool spun rapidly, tearing him apart.

Demon Locking God.

The immense Demon Energy pressed Zhu Yunshu immobile. Burning essence blood wasn't a panacea, especially since Zhu Yunshu, already wounded and not as strong as Qing Yu, couldn't contend even when burning essence blood.

Qing Yu restrained Zhu Yunshu with one hand while Ghosts bit into Zhu Yunshu's head, attempting to uncover his deepest secrets.

If not out of necessity, Qing Yu didn't want to Soul Search him. For a Divine Communication Realm is incomparable to a True Pill Realm, Soul Searching a Divine Communication is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Even a Supreme wouldn't dare to Soul Search a living Divine Communication.

But since Zhu Yunshu refused to listen and was determined to fight to the death with Qing Yu, Soul Searching was the only option.

"Boom—"

Within the ghostly green vortex, a sudden burst of blood light exploded with a ferocious blast, the Demon Locking God being blocked by Qing Yu's Qi Shield.

Zhu Yunshu was more resolute than expected, seeing himself failing and choosing to self-destruct. He was indeed determined to die, though the target of this death wish was somewhat laughable.

Qing Yu merely wanted to find out who was behind Zhu Yunshu, but Zhu Yunshu believed Qing Yu to be someone trying to instigate the catastrophe. In reality, Qing Yu and the person behind Zhu Yunshu should be of the same type.

Delaying time until the right moment.

Honestly speaking, Zhu Yunshu died rather comically, and his death held little value.

"However, since it was confirmed that one of the Nine Heavens was behind you, a breakthrough point is now there," Qing Yu withdrew his Qi Shield, looking at the patch of red in the desert.

With twenty years of support given to Zhu Yunshu, there's bound to be numerous traces left behind. Even though thirty years have passed with the flow of time, as long as one is willing to search, some clues will inevitably be found.